Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon novel Chapter 306

“Lyman, I need an iced Americano. Stat.” Annabel rubbed her temples, her voice edged with exhaustion.

Out of nowhere, she felt the unmistakable burn of someone’s gaze. She looked up—and locked eyes with Fenton, whose stare was as dark and unreadable as ever.

Annabel froze, muttering under her breath, “Shit.”

“This isn’t a coffee shop, you know.” Fenton’s voice was dry.

Annabel snorted and lifted her chin, meeting his gaze head-on. “And what’s it to you? I’m here to grab a coffee with my brother. Problem?”

“Wouldn’t dare,” Fenton shot back, jaw clenched. “After all, you’re the princess around here.” His eyes bored into Annabel, as if he might devour her whole if she said one wrong word.

Annabel refused to back down. She glared right back at him. “That’s right. I’m definitely better off than you, wage slave.”

She spun on her heel. “What a buzzkill.”

Fenton called after her, “Funny, guilty people always seem to be in a hurry.”

Annabel stopped dead, whipping around so fast her glare could have cut glass. “If anyone here has a guilty conscience, it’s you.”

Fenton’s eyes narrowed. “Say that again?”

“I’d love to.” Annabel grabbed the ashtray from the coffee table, brandishing it.

Isabel jumped in, desperate to play peacemaker. “Annabel, don’t. Don’t let your temper get the best of you.”

“Quiet.” Lyman’s voice was sharp as he shot Isabel a look. Then he turned to Fenton. “You too. Enough.”

Fenton shrugged. “Only because you asked.”

Annabel tossed her hair. “Yeah, same here.”

She sighed. “This place is dead. I’m leaving.”